Remember the Alamo or Remember the Maine were battle cries, for others it is Remember Sand Creek, Remember Camp Grant, or Remember Wounded Knee.

But we should remember Wounded Knee 2 also for the carnage visited upon it by the American Indian Movement.

We should remember the lives of those they took, the people they held hostage, and the sacking and gutting of a community they perpetrated.

We should remember those they dispossessed from their homes like Wilbur Riegert, a wheelchair bound elder, so Russell Means wouldn’t have to maintain the facade of a last real ndn 24/7 and sleep on the ground like his ancestors or in a tipi after having been shown by a white man how to build one.

We should remember how a “warrior” like Dennis Bank$ slunk away with his tail between his legs when it ended after seventy odd days.

We should remember a black civil rights activist by the name of Perry Ray Robinson jr who was shot, stuffed in a closet to bleed out and die, and Bank$ instructions to Chris Westerman to bury Ray’s body along with others in a place they couldn’t be found.

We should remember Jumping Bull, the lives lost, the lies and myths that emerged in the aftermath.

We should also remember that a leadership of “warriors” and “liberators” authored and condoned the murder of a woman by the name of Annie Mae Pictou Aquash predicated in part by Leonard Peltier boasting in front of her that he had shot a federal agent at Jumping Bull as the “mfker begged for his life”.

We should remember that this same leadership would get in bed with anyone, any entity, any foreign government, even gangs and drug dealers when it came to money.

That they would commodify every aspect of traditions and ceremonies belonging to the nations if it would turn a buck.

We should remember how the media glorified and romanticized common criminals in their quest for a Hollywoodesque tale of cowboys and Indians and in doing facilitated the activities of thugs.

There is a circular aspect to life, we enter, traverse the circle and then depart.We are born and in turn birth new generations – we begin our day rising from a bed and end it returning to the same bed…..circular.

And so it is the free Peltier myth has come full circle returning to it’s place of origin in Fargo, N.D.

Due in part I imagine to a decline in verbal and monetary support – a long running off off Broadway theatrical presentation.

Street theater with the obligatory mimes, clowns, hustlers, sleight of hand, and passing the hat around – now reduced to metaphorically sleeping in a cardboard box and begging for some change.

Hey mister can you spare a dime for a “political prisoner”, a “hero, leader, and warrior”?

This isn’t about commitment, it’s about perpetuating a scam, it’s about making shit up and being a global epicenter for a fake news story.

It’s about the attrition of time as the result of lies and a man who could never keep his story straight.

It’s about senseless murder, a penchant for young girls, thuggery, and interrogating a woman by the name of Annie Mae Pictou Aquash at gunpoint who was to become yet another AIM murder victim.

It’s about Peltier and the same crew interrogating Minnie Two Shoes a year or so earlier.

It’s also about the refusal and inability of Peltierites inspite of numerous invitations to rebut what has been presented on this blog site and others multiple times.

So how about it Bank$ in your self proclaimed capacity as a “spiritual leader” or any other Peltierite is it a good day to step up “in the spirit of Crazy Horse”, a good day to be an “Ojibwa Warrior” or any other kind of “warrior”?

Confusion seems to reign supreme in this country, never more apparent than on this day-a day set aside as a national holiday in remembrance of Martin Luther King jr..

Historically there as been a projected confusion about who King was and what he was about-it’s taken time but I believe those layers of confusion have been peeled away and King is recognized as the man he was and the impact he made on the Civil Rights movement.

Untold numbers have made an impact-the majority of which we may never know-that can no longer be said of Perry Ray Robinson Jr. with any degree of certitude. His story is slowly coming to light.

A story that is increasingly well known-and the threat that creates has led to a sustained and long running cover up of lies, silence, professed ignorance, and attempts to create confusion.

On this day of all days one would think that those who speak of and honor King would make some mention of Ray, and in doing so add their voices to those of the nations who are leading the effort for the discovery and prosecution of any invloved in his murder at WK2.

As an actor I like Danny Glover, as a comedian I like Dick Gregory-but their advocacy of Leonard Peltier and AIM can most kindly be referred to as misguided.

I am at a loss to understand how any in the black community could fail to rally behind Ray Robinson’s family, but would line up behind Peltier-how having been asked repeatedly to join the effort, informed of the facts, can still elect to remain silent-to sit this one out.

More pointedly how can nationally recognized figures like Jesse Jackson or Al Sharpton so obviously avoid, and with apparent indifference, doing so while speaking about fallen civil rights heroes and never allow the name of Perry Ray Robinson Jr. to cross their lips?

Ray had the same dream as King-two sons of different parentage and each attempting to fulfill the dreams of their fathers, and of their people-yet one is honored and the other studiously ignored.

What a profound mystery, what a complete lack of respect, what folly those who ignore make of their own efforts and oft repeated positions.

We are not black men and women, we are “red”, and maybe that is why our voices fall upon deaf ears. If such is the case it makes a lie of everything-and this prolonged silence does as well.

Once a week or so I hunt and peck around the net looking to see who if any among the black communities celebrity leadership is contributing to the call for discovery and justice for Ray Robinson.

It is as it has been pretty much an exercise in futility, the proverbial searching for a needle in a haystack, and it completely bewilders me.

Individuals like Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson are well known to become nearly apoplectic at the mere mention of a word, a “joke” made in bad taste – yet not so much as an acknowledging of Ray’s name.

I wonder if they have ever contacted Ray’s family to offer a word of condolence, or to share a story of the times of marching, protests, and common cause, to offer comfort and some form of assistance?

Sharpton, head of the National Action Network has made the big time as a reporter, interviewer, commentator of PoliticsNation on MSNBC, a major network-seems like a real opportunity to give a shout out to Ray.

Jesse Jackson, one time presidential candidate, informal spiritual advisor to former president Clinton when Bill was caught with his pants down-founder and president of the well known Rainbow Coalition has a son in the Senate who could make a little noise there.

Dexter Scott King heads up the Martin Luther King Jr. Center for Nonviolent Social Change that should translate to having the ear of the Congressional Black Caucus-he has also made documentary films, a potential asset in pursuing the truth about Ray.

Two of the four mentioned have the title Reverend affixed to their names, that to me implies what should be a profound interest in truth and justice according to the precepts of their religion.

One thing they all share in common is access-and access is what is needed to bring about a belated but essential resolution to all the questions surrounding the murder of Ray Robinson.

During various times there have been alignments in the civil right movement between the nations and that of the black community as being common victims-it shouldn’t be left to the nations to carry the banner for Ray alone in what is an attempt to help-a little quid pro quid in this effort doesn’t seem too much to ask.

I wonder when, if ever Russell, Crow Dog, etal will produce a video “update” about Ray-when they will add their voices to others in calling for justice for Ray and his family. Anyone think Banks will head up a walk for this?

Ive included the below link as video commentary about the manner in which some treat humans much the same as they do animals-it is interspiced with clips of the suffering inflicted on both humans and animals-a common thread of execution and being bound with chains.

I would warn one and all that it is graphic in nature but if viewed in it’s entirety should leave a profound impression. If anyone needs a wake up call this ought to be it, and a shout out to stonefeather of wordpress for providing the link.

I think anyone familiar with the murder of Annie Mae and Wounded Knee 2 likewise
has some knowledge about Ray Robinson and the long standing accounts of unmarked graves.
Robinson’s wife had the devotion and courage to venture into the AIM stronghold seeking
answers when she personally met with Clyde Bellecourt and Dennis Banks in what could only be described as an exercise in futility. If they hadn’t been by the time of Annie’s and Ray’s murders the well rehearsed alibis and ensuing cover up were in full swing.
One would think Vernon, Clyde’s brother, and so called head of security would have had
a presence in that discussion and I’ve always wondered why he wasn’t there.
Vernon Bellecourt the former hairdresser, having set aside combs, hairspray, and favored clippers had proven that nepotism can be found anywhere in his ascension to a position of power within the ranks of AIM. I’ve always had this image of Vernon in the midst of strategy meetings and security concerns suddenly, compulsively, whipping out a comb and scissors to snip a little here, a little there, and coif the hair of those in attendance-kind of multi-tasking if you will.
What a motley crew this group comprised of former hair dressers, dance instructors, and ex cons who would lead AIM.
Cheryl Robinson, Ray’s widow, was abruptly left to struggle and raise their children on her
own and to this day has been unable to apply the healing balm of knowing the truth and where it is her husband lies.
There have been several accounts of a confrontation within WK between members of AIM and Robinson that led to him being shot at least once and apparently left to bleed out and die that can be found on the net.

Of interest is that a friend of Ray’s by the name of Janie Waller accompanied him to WK along with Emily Gordon and Gordon’s then boyfriend. Little if anything is heard of these individuals and I am of the opinion they quite possibly could shed some light on events as they occurred. In the aftermath I have often wondered why organizations like the NAACP or individuals like Sharpton and Jackson haven’t made an issue of the murder of Ray Robinson-they have considerably more influence than indigenous people do and that translates to political attention.
The CBFC-Congressional Black Caucus Foundation- not only has access to the power brokers in Washington but also represents a large voting demographic that unlike indigenous people can bring pressure to bear.
Of secondary importance is who leads this charge of discovery,whether it comes from indigenous people or any other ethnic group- what ultimately matters is the truth be known and those responsible be held to account.
Take a moment and visit their site at http://cbcfinc.org/ and request that they take an active role in this campaign for justice.
I never met Ray Robinson and it’s doubtful any who read this did-I also never met Annie Mae and think the majority of those who support justice for her ever did either. But that isn’t the issue, the issue is recognizing what people have done with their lifes, injustices done, and focusing on those.
Prejudice existed during the seventies just as it does now, and by all accounts their were those at WK who felt Ray was too “uppity”, that he should just bow his head, shuffle along, and say yasser massah-the very mindset that was proclaimed to be one of the reasons that gave rise to the birth of AIM.
WE all have our foibles and shortcomings, I’m sure Ray and Annie did as well, that makes them human and what they did accomplish all the more meaningful. A transcendent moment of epiphany may come to each of us during our lifetime, whether we act on them or not will define us as human beings just as it did Ray and Annie………..likewise as it did the petty warlords of AIM who were satisfied to wallow in their lesser humanity.

“I took part in every firefight of the whole occupation while still carrying on my duties as a leader; I met with the other leaders, to help negotiate, to make decisions about food, clothing, housing, who we should let in or out, informers, supply trains, outside help and support and other activities I could be involved in for the success of our new nation. During the last few days I went alone to the bunkers at night to talk loudly or shine lights around to fool the enemy into thinking the bunkers were still occupied. During every firefight I
was either in the the bunkers or at the command post fighting. I was always available to the people for any decisions that had to be made. I had to make the decision not to bring in Buddy Lamont until late afternoon after
I knew he was killed in the early morning. I had to leave Ray’s life to fight alone in eagle bunker after he was shot through both legs. I did these things to save other Indian lives. I suffered the humiliation of the final surrender when I would rather have died on free Indian land.” – Carter Camp

Suffered humiliation? What of the dispossessed people of WK whose homes and personal possessions were ravaged?
What of the suffering and humiliation of Wilber Riegert, who aged and confined to a wheelchair was evicted from the trailer that was his home so the Assholes In Moccasins could have a little comfort, an office?
What of Agnes Gildersleeve, a Chippewa woman, and her eighty year old husband who were likewise evicted and held as prisoners while the sum total of their lives was destroyed? What of Annie and Ray-did they suffer? Is there a greater humiliation for a woman than to be beaten and raped?
Where is the shame, suffering, and humiliation that would prompt a human being to at some point in the aftermath make some effort of restitution, reconstruction, to assist those many who lost not only their homes and automobiles but the dignity no one had the right to forcefully take from them?